H.A.N.

Lyrics

[Intro: Trinidad James] I'm at dinner with my side chick Tryna keep it private  She said she lost her appetite  I swear baby Ima find it  Here come my nigga  My Nigga wanna a picture  I thought he was a fan Now my nigga wanna feature  C'mon Nigga (x3) [Verse 1: Trinidad James] Now my nigga wanna deal  And he keep looking at me serious  I look back at my bitch And she say I should the nigga He showing me his soundlcoud  I tell him save the trouble  I try to give the email But he only want the number  He asked How u get verified  You pay for it or something  How yo Gold song go Man that shit was funny  He asked Should I do a Major  Or make independent money  I said nigga where my salmon at  And I don't want no onions [Verse 2: 31 Gramms] Woah Woah Woah Woah Might not be too disrespectful nigga I'm just tryna spit  To you at least a verse  But you about to make your food be hit  I just got out of a jail  I don't care nothing bout this shit  I don't want no fucking job  I'm just tryna go legit So why the fuck you tripping Nigga  I thought you was real  Well bless me with a verse  Help a nigga get a deal  I want gold all on my watch  Got a lil gold in my chain  Why the fuck You being so lame  God Damn nigga you change  I hope that lil change  Last younger than your lil fame  And I heard you did a lil movie Tryna revive your lil name Well listen  Forget it  Know I'm still good for a picture  Oh Nah Well Fuck You then !! Ole Hollywood Ass Nigga Gramm  He's gon hate you and your city You know? And I advise everybody wants to get money get out they city, man Cause that's where the hatred gone come You know? People be like, that's how I was at first you know I ain't going no where I ain't going no where